Unsurprisingly, it was the same red naked Barbie-crotch version of him that he had seen last time he fell asleep.

"Oh for fuck's sake, no. No. I'm not punching a superego-horse to death again. That can go get fucked," Milo told the red clone. Milo blinked, and the red Milo was suddenly wearing sunglasses.

"Deal with it," the red Milo said.

"What?"

"I said deal with it, motherfucker," and with that Milo got a sudden vision of his mother performing an obscene act on a donkey.Milo bolted upright and screamed at the top of his lungs. He continued to scream for what felt like several minutes, until all the air was out of his lungs.

He took a deep breath and continued screaming. Mecha-Bigfoot had become a giant cockroach now.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE A GIANT ROACH!" Milo screamed at the unsettling creature, who clicked his antennae at him. He picked up his daypack, still screaming incoherently, and bolted away from the area.

One day, the fabled Ragnarok will come, and as the gods descend to earth and wage war while the world dies around them, WickedIcon will lead the charge, a 12-gauge shotgun in his right hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left as he rides a steed made of fire and pain.

And the masses will look upon him and weep at the beauty of it all.

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